10 Quotes by Joë Bousquet

In the world born from him, a person could now become anything.

Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.

My wound existed before me, I was born to embody it.

I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.

A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.

An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.

My wound existed before me; I was born to embody it.